This.. Made me feel warm and fuzzy inside, but it also tore me apart...

I made homemade biscuits from scratch this morning with eggs, bacon, sausage, and gravy

and my dad was like "I'm pretty sure you need to stay here." ............. even though the biscuits sucked ass.

And then for dinner, I pan seared a porterhouse (I did black & blue- burned on the outside, rare on the inside) and did homemade mashed potatoes... My dad saw me boiling potatoes and he said, "It's been years since your mom's made real mashy taters..." and then he loved them.

..... My dad's a really picky eater. So for him to tell me that what I put on his plate is great on his own without me asking... That's a huge accomplishment ..